The First Time [32/?]
After this chapter I only have two others listed, this makes my feet sad. I'm hoping for more ideas to hit me, and I'm really feeling like writing some major hurt/comfort, something that may be its own story...have to wait and see what happens with it. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Bobby [chapter 12]
Pox [chapter 13]
Bruised [chapter 14]
Stitches [chapter 15]
Bullied [chapter 16]
Concussion [chapter 17]
Park [chapter 18]
Fair [chapter 19]
Clowns [chapter 20]
Drowning [chapter 21]
Lost [chapter 22]
Hypothermia [chapter 23]
Flowers [chapter 24]
Sammy [chapter 25]
Poisoned [chapter 26]
Circus [chapter 27]
Late [chapter 28]
Anniversary [chapter 29]
Speaking [chapter 30]
First-aid [chapter 31]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: suspicion
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 13], Sammy [age 9]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Some very rare fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
“Dean, could I speak to you for a minute?” Mr. O’Dwyer asked.
Hesitating in the doorway Dean reluctantly turned back towards his teacher, as the rest of class filed out of the room. The school day was at an end, and Dean knew his dad was going to be picking up Sammy and himself; they had another hunt lined up and they were going to be leaving the state immediately.
“How’re you liking the school?” his teacher asked when the door swung shut behind the last student.
Dean shrugged without much interest, “It’s alright.” They’d only been in the town for about a month, three weeks of that in the school system.
O’Dwyer smirked, “I didn’t expect you to love it.”
This wasn’t why Dean had been held back, he looked directly at the teacher knowing it was the bruises on his face that had O’Dwyer concerned. They’d happened on a hunt, a few days before, Dean knew they’d be trouble. Until now, all his injuries had been relatively easy to conceal, hidden under layers of clothes. He’d raised a few eyebrows over the years; Dean hadn’t missed the way teachers would glance at him when they thought he wasn’t looking.
But no one had asked, until now. After a few seconds of awkward silence O’Dwyer came out with it, “How’d you hurt your face?”
He’d always been wary of moments like this, he had to give the teacher something or else raise further suspicion. It had to be the right balance though, enough to satisfy but not enough for the teacher to start asking around for confirmation. He had to play it cool, like he didn’t have a thing to hide.
Dean touched his face forcing a smirk, “Pickup game of baseball, it was the kid pitching,” he said easily shrugging his shoulders.
“No batter’s helmet?” O’Dwyer asked surprised.
Dean shook his head, “Nope, just glovers, a ball and one bat.”
“Looks like it hit you pretty hard,” his teacher commented blue eyes still tracing over the bruise.
“Yeah, but I got to take my base,” Dean returned with another smile, though it hurt his face to do so.
O’Dwyer nodded his head, though he still looked concerned about the whole situation. The young hunter was saved from having to defect further when the door to the classroom opened, “Dean?” his dad called before stepping into the room, “Is there a problem?” John’s attention immediately went to the teacher.
“Mr. Winchester,” O’Dwyer said extending his hand, “I’m Allen O’Dwyer, Dean’s teacher.”
Dean watched his dad carefully as he accepted the other man’s hand “Is there a problem?” John asked again.
“I was just asking Dean how his face got bruised,” O’Dwyer answered.
Dad nodded his head, glancing down at Dean, “Game of baseball,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “Would have had a concussion if he didn’t have a head of concrete,” Dean stepped closer to his dad, letting John drop a hand on his shoulder.
Mr. O’Dwyer smiled, “I’m glad to hear you were there.”
Dean thought about it for a minute, silently comparing the two stories. Dad had been there alright, watching Dean like a hawk for any signs that the blow had given him a concussion. He’d been relieved that John hadn’t felt the need to wake him every hour during the rest of the night. There really was no comparing an evening game of baseball, to the midnight factory they’d actually been in.
“C’mon Dean, Sammy’s waiting,” John’s voice snapped Dean back to the classroom and he nodded shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder.
“Have a good weekend Dean,” Mr. O’Dwyer said as Dean finally left the room.
“You did good Ace,” John said quietly as they made their way down the halls.
Dean shook his head, “Should have been more careful, Sammy likes it here,” the school was basically wall his brother ever wanted to talk about.
“We’re not jumping ship yet,” dad told him, pushing opened the main doors to the school, “We’ve got work to do.”
“Yes sir,” Dean nodded seeing Sammy waiting for them in the Impala, a bright smile on his face as soon as he saw Dean.
Thanks for reading, the next chapter will either be, Alcohol or Honesty there's also a possibility that it could be something else if I think something up.
Alcohol [chapter 33]
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Bobby [chapter 12]
Pox [chapter 13]
Bruised [chapter 14]
Stitches [chapter 15]
Bullied [chapter 16]
Concussion [chapter 17]
Park [chapter 18]
Fair [chapter 19]
Clowns [chapter 20]
Drowning [chapter 21]
Lost [chapter 22]
Hypothermia [chapter 23]
Flowers [chapter 24]
Sammy [chapter 25]
Poisoned [chapter 26]
Circus [chapter 27]
Late [chapter 28]
Anniversary [chapter 29]
Speaking [chapter 30]
First-aid [chapter 31]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: suspicion
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 13], Sammy [age 9]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Some very rare fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
“Dean, could I speak to you for a minute?” Mr. O’Dwyer asked.
Hesitating in the doorway Dean reluctantly turned back towards his teacher, as the rest of class filed out of the room. The school day was at an end, and Dean knew his dad was going to be picking up Sammy and himself; they had another hunt lined up and they were going to be leaving the state immediately.
“How’re you liking the school?” his teacher asked when the door swung shut behind the last student.
Dean shrugged without much interest, “It’s alright.” They’d only been in the town for about a month, three weeks of that in the school system.
O’Dwyer smirked, “I didn’t expect you to love it.”
This wasn’t why Dean had been held back, he looked directly at the teacher knowing it was the bruises on his face that had O’Dwyer concerned. They’d happened on a hunt, a few days before, Dean knew they’d be trouble. Until now, all his injuries had been relatively easy to conceal, hidden under layers of clothes. He’d raised a few eyebrows over the years; Dean hadn’t missed the way teachers would glance at him when they thought he wasn’t looking.
But no one had asked, until now. After a few seconds of awkward silence O’Dwyer came out with it, “How’d you hurt your face?”
He’d always been wary of moments like this, he had to give the teacher something or else raise further suspicion. It had to be the right balance though, enough to satisfy but not enough for the teacher to start asking around for confirmation. He had to play it cool, like he didn’t have a thing to hide.
Dean touched his face forcing a smirk, “Pickup game of baseball, it was the kid pitching,” he said easily shrugging his shoulders.
“No batter’s helmet?” O’Dwyer asked surprised.
Dean shook his head, “Nope, just glovers, a ball and one bat.”
“Looks like it hit you pretty hard,” his teacher commented blue eyes still tracing over the bruise.
“Yeah, but I got to take my base,” Dean returned with another smile, though it hurt his face to do so.
O’Dwyer nodded his head, though he still looked concerned about the whole situation. The young hunter was saved from having to defect further when the door to the classroom opened, “Dean?” his dad called before stepping into the room, “Is there a problem?” John’s attention immediately went to the teacher.
“Mr. Winchester,” O’Dwyer said extending his hand, “I’m Allen O’Dwyer, Dean’s teacher.”
Dean watched his dad carefully as he accepted the other man’s hand “Is there a problem?” John asked again.
“I was just asking Dean how his face got bruised,” O’Dwyer answered.
Dad nodded his head, glancing down at Dean, “Game of baseball,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “Would have had a concussion if he didn’t have a head of concrete,” Dean stepped closer to his dad, letting John drop a hand on his shoulder.
Mr. O’Dwyer smiled, “I’m glad to hear you were there.”
Dean thought about it for a minute, silently comparing the two stories. Dad had been there alright, watching Dean like a hawk for any signs that the blow had given him a concussion. He’d been relieved that John hadn’t felt the need to wake him every hour during the rest of the night. There really was no comparing an evening game of baseball, to the midnight factory they’d actually been in.
“C’mon Dean, Sammy’s waiting,” John’s voice snapped Dean back to the classroom and he nodded shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder.
“Have a good weekend Dean,” Mr. O’Dwyer said as Dean finally left the room.
“You did good Ace,” John said quietly as they made their way down the halls.
Dean shook his head, “Should have been more careful, Sammy likes it here,” the school was basically wall his brother ever wanted to talk about.
“We’re not jumping ship yet,” dad told him, pushing opened the main doors to the school, “We’ve got work to do.”
“Yes sir,” Dean nodded seeing Sammy waiting for them in the Impala, a bright smile on his face as soon as he saw Dean.
Thanks for reading, the next chapter will either be, Alcohol or Honesty there's also a possibility that it could be something else if I think something up.
Alcohol [chapter 33]